06-17-2009, 04:52 PM
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She hadn’t seen it coming: his apt fingers coiled around her wrists, ensnaring her in a tight grip. Instinctively, Alexey attempted to pry her hand away. The gesture itself did not worry her as much as the dangerous glint in his stormy eyes. She knew what it meant, and thoughts of physically getting her point across were quickly discarded. “They were here with that husky,” she continued, pressing the issue. Lexey didn’t know what to believe; although his claims appeared to be sincere, they were a little hard to believe. How could he not have caught the scent of Dahlia so deep within the pack lands?
“Firefly- she brought them here herself! How could you not know that?” she accused, still not entirely convinced. The Acer could only assume that his sister’s happiness came before their friendship. It would’ve made sense for DaVinci to accept the two boys into his pack. She did not mention her altercation with Lysander yet, although she wanted nothing more than to see that filthy dog get the beating of his life. “I had to take her children away. Emwe asks about her every day, and Conor thinks both of his parents hate him.” She never would’ve told any of this to their mother. Hell, Alexey sincerely hoped they’d never run into each other again.
As she exhaled, the real reason behind her emotional breakdown tumbled out of her mouth. “Drey left me,” she murmured, her voice quivering with shame. He’d asked for an explanation, and she’d granted more than one answer. Alexey hadn’t confided in anyone up until now, not even Sankor. She’d spent her days locked up with a heartbroken puppy. And now, it seemed as though his troubles were being passed on to her. Not only did she have to get her life together, but she also had to mend a child’s broken heart.
She hadn’t seen it coming: his apt fingers coiled around her wrists, ensnaring her in a tight grip. Instinctively, Alexey attempted to pry her hand away. The gesture itself did not worry her as much as the dangerous glint in his stormy eyes. She knew what it meant, and thoughts of physically getting her point across were quickly discarded. “They were here with that husky,” she continued, pressing the issue. Lexey didn’t know what to believe; although his claims appeared to be sincere, they were a little hard to believe. How could he not have caught the scent of Dahlia so deep within the pack lands?
“Firefly- she brought them here herself! How could you not know that?” she accused, still not entirely convinced. The Acer could only assume that his sister’s happiness came before their friendship. It would’ve made sense for DaVinci to accept the two boys into his pack. She did not mention her altercation with Lysander yet, although she wanted nothing more than to see that filthy dog get the beating of his life. “I had to take her children away. Emwe asks about her every day, and Conor thinks both of his parents hate him.” She never would’ve told any of this to their mother. Hell, Alexey sincerely hoped they’d never run into each other again.
As she exhaled, the real reason behind her emotional breakdown tumbled out of her mouth. “Drey left me,” she murmured, her voice quivering with shame. He’d asked for an explanation, and she’d granted more than one answer. Alexey hadn’t confided in anyone up until now, not even Sankor. She’d spent her days locked up with a heartbroken puppy. And now, it seemed as though his troubles were being passed on to her. Not only did she have to get her life together, but she also had to mend a child’s broken heart.